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come back sugar, outdo me socially. what makes you so
good? i listen to everyword you say and attach meaning
to it. i wanted you and i fucked up your guitar on
purpose just so that you would take notice. still got
your voice on tape. saw people fucking in alleys. when
the key turned in the lock my heart sank. i spoke your
name when i came. i was there and no one knows. i saw
it all, i did it to and no one knows. it was my ritual
to think about it always, take it away. i still see
the room, the sofa, t-shirt. blood on my eyes. what do
you like? what do you want to see?
from pretend i am someone else magazine.
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